AMERICAN PSYCHO: UNFINISHED BUSINESS

CHAPTER 2

"I have this figured out, now." Patrick says to himself as he storms past his group of friends at the bar. "Pat, hey, Pat! Where are you going?" They all state in unison. "Sorry guys, I have to return some video tapes." Patrick replies.

While stepping out into the cold city of New York, Patrick quickly turns on his CD player to listen to some Genesis. Nodding along to the blasting music, Patrick begins scheming his next plan. "Maybe I will go to the office and catch up on some work." Then Patrick's phone begins to ring interrupting his music. "For God sakes who might want to call me at this time?!.

"Yes, hello?" Patrick says with impatience.

"PAT! It's Steve from the office."

"Ah yes, Steve," I have no idea who in the fuck "Steve" is Patrick thinks to himself as he pretends to be best friends with Steve. "What do you need, Steve?"

"Well, I hope that this isn't a bad time, but I just scored a date with Wendy who works in copyright and my god is she a dime! Where do you think I should take that fine piece of ass for a date?"

Patrick getting angry says: "You know it is always a bad time to call me, actually, I wouldn't mind if you dropped dead, Steve."

"Dorsia?! Pat, I'd never get a reservation there! It's already 2P.M., I heard there is a two month waiting list for a reservation.

Patrick thinks to himself briefly, realizing yet again that no one is understanding him or his rude comments.

"STEVE! I don't care about where you eat. I hope that you die a slow painful death."

"Ok, Pat. Thanks for the help. I think I will try for Dorsia! See you back at the office."

Patrick hangs up his phone in a hurry and continues his stroll back to the office. "I can't believe that Steve did not get the memo. The memo that I want him dead for interrupting my alone time. I will rip his tounge out and show it to him, maybe then he won't be able to talk and he will realize reality."

Patrick then slowly enters his office building that reads Pierce & Pierce Investments. Once entering his firm, he sees the new colleague at the firm who has subsequently taken place of deceased Paul Allen. Pat watches Andy, the Paul Allen replacement, shaking hands with all of the other colleagues. "HEllO! I'm Andy, Paul Allen's replacement while he is in Europe." Andy says, repeating the same line to every new face. Pat sees Andy and wants nothing to do with him so he walks past him attempting to dodge the introduction. Stopping him in his tracks is Andy, who has his hand ready for shaking.

"HELLO! I'm An-."

"I know who you are. I'm Patrick Bateman, and I've already heard you say your stupid name 30 fucking times since I got off of the elevator. Save your petty introduction, I don't want to hear it."

"It is wonderful to meet you, Pat. I am Paul Allen's replacement until he gets back from Europe." Andy continues to ramble.

"Look, Andy. I know your new and all, but SHUT THE FUCK UP! Paul Allen is not coming back from Europe because I bashed his fucking face in with an axe. He is dead, and you will be too if you continue to look at me with that stupid smile of yours." Patrick practically screams. "And by the way, don't call me Pat, I am not your friend, in fact I am no ones friend, my name is Patrick and I will kill you if you even think about calling me Pat again."

"You like coffee, Pat?"

"Alright Andy… How about we go for dinner tonight, get to know one another a little better?"

"That sounds great! You make the reservations please, I'm not from around this area."

Patrick thinks to himself. This is perfect. Andy hasn't lived here before. I can slaughter him and no one would have a clue. These people don't even care if he's here. I killed the man he is replacing and they think he is still alive.

"Great, Andy. How is 9P.M.?"

"That is perfect, I will be able to get my workout in right before."

"Wonderful, I will make reservations for Dorsia."

Andy. What a pathetic name. He must think he is so great with his perfect white smile. Oh and his height, his dark blue eyes and sleek black hair. He must think he is so fucking perfect. All of the women in the office won't stop drooling over him. That is until I bash his face in, just like Paul Allen.